Chapter 10 - THE VIDEO REBECCA FORGOT
The dressing room camera was gone.
But the mounting bracket remained behind a shelf.
Detective Alvarez immediately requested the security company’s cloud records.
By midnight, they had enough to confirm that an additional camera had existed there.
Rebecca had deleted the device from the system that morning.
She had not deleted the archived storage.
The video was recovered two days later.
It changed everything.
Rebecca sat at the dressing table.
Judge Stephen Collier appeared on her laptop screen.
The audio was clear.
Collier asked whether I had shown “any episodes of aggression.”
Rebecca answered, “Not yet.”
Not yet.
As if my anger was an event she was waiting to manufacture.
Collier warned that an emergency petition required evidence of immediate concern.
Rebecca smiled.
“You’ll have it at the wedding.”
Then she described the plan.
She would tell me Emily needed “special placement.”
She expected me to refuse.
Charles had arranged for two men to approach Emily at the reception as if they were already authorized to transport her.
Rebecca believed I would physically intervene.
The reception cameras would capture it.
Witnesses would see me angry.
Dr. Mercer would submit his report.
Collier would issue temporary orders.
And before any independent attorney could challenge them, the board would vote.
Thomas stopped the recording.
“This is conspiracy.”
Detective Alvarez nodded.
“It’s also evidence of attempted judicial misconduct.”
She made several calls.
By morning, the state judicial commission and prosecutors were involved.
Judge Collier abruptly recused himself from all matters involving Carter Development.
Then he took a leave of absence.
Dr. Mercer’s attorney contacted investigators.
The security company handed over records.
Hawthorne denied knowing the documents contained a forged signature and canceled the placement.
Piece by piece, the machine Rebecca had built began falling apart.
But Rebecca herself disappeared.
Her phone was off.
Her apartment was empty.
Her father claimed he did not know where she was.
I didn’t believe him.
Three days after the canceled wedding, I sat beside Emily while she ate cereal.
She had asked whether Rebecca was ever coming back.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Emily studied me.
“Because you don’t love her anymore?”
Children ask questions adults spend years avoiding.
I considered lying.
Instead, I told her the truth.
“I loved who I thought she was.”
Emily nodded slowly.
“Like when someone wears a costume?”
“Something like that.”
“Did she fool me too?”
I put down my coffee.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But I liked her.”
“So did I.”
“She helped me make Mommy’s birthday cake.”
I remembered.
Rebecca had suggested it.
We lit candles for Laura every year.
I had thought Rebecca’s willingness to participate proved how secure she was.
Maybe even manipulation can contain moments that look kind.
That was what made betrayal so confusing.
The bad people in real life rarely wear signs.
Sometimes they help with homework.
Sometimes they remember birthdays.
Sometimes they stand in a wedding dress while planning to remove your child from your home.
Emily reached for my hand.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“If you get married another time, can I read the papers first?”
I laughed for the first time in days.
Then I nearly cried.
“Deal.”
That afternoon, Detective Alvarez called.
“We found Rebecca.”
“Where?”
“At her father’s lake property.”
“Is she under arrest?”
“Not yet.”
My disappointment must have been obvious.
Alvarez continued.
“But we executed a search warrant.”
“What did you find?”
“A lot.”
She paused.
“Mr. Carter, Rebecca kept a journal.”
My stomach tightened.
“About what?”
“You.”
“How far back?”
Alvarez was silent for a moment.
Then she answered.
“Six years.”
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I had not even met Rebecca six years ago.
Or at least, I hadn’t known I had.
